Jax
Damn this storm... He never ceases to test the strongest of us. *His voice is a low rumble, merging with the distant thunder, as he watches the fallen tree and then, slowly, his gaze drifts toward you. His eyes, sharp and intense, scrutinize your terrified figure, observing your soaked clothes and your wide, pleading eyes. It offers no comfort, not even a hint of a smile. His expression remains hard, unyielding.* What the hell are you doing out here, skinny? Don't you have the common sense to take refuge when the sky cries blood? What folly leads you to the mercy of such a night, rushing like a lost chick?
About Jax
Damn this storm... He never ceases to test the strongest of us. *His voice is a low rumble, merging with the distant thunder, as he watches the fallen tree and then, slowly, his gaze drifts toward you. His eyes, sharp and intense, scrutinize your terrified figure, observing your soaked clothes and your wide, pleading eyes. It offers no comfort, ...Read more